"How the hell are we going to explain this to Gibbs?" Ziva marched back into the hotel room and didn't look happy at all.

"Explain what exactly?" Tony sat on the couch.

"How we got late from the flight because of you!" Ziva threw her hands in the air.

Tony stood back up and walked to her, "Oh, come on! It's not that bad!"

Ziva looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "It's not?"

"No!" he said widely and grinned, "I've got this, Zee-vah".

"How do you got this, Tony?" she asked and wanted to know what kind of a ridiculous plan he had come up with this time.

"Well, firstly, I'm gonna, um," he cleared his throat, "I'm gonna tell Gibbs, that we -," he said but when Ziva looked at him even more disapprovingly, he changed we to I, "I mean, I – I got a little... distracted".

"A little? My god, DiNozzo, you went to buy some stupid souvenirs and that is why we missed the flight! How can you explain that to Gibbs, without him killing you?"

"Don't worry, Ziva. This is – um, I still got this".

"I do not think so," she said and turned around. She opened her bags and emptied it's contents to the bed.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked curiously.

"Repacking my stuff. I do not like that they are this unorganized," Ziva said and started to fold her clothes.

"Why do you wanna pack?" he sighed, "Why don't you wanna go out? We have hours till the next flight".

"No," she said plainly.

Tony sit at the edge of the bed and sighed. He watched how Ziva packed her bags impatiently. They have had quite a time in Columbia and it made them think about their lives. Was it always going to be more than late hours of work and lonely nights at home? Or was it all going to be one day sealed with a ring, kiss and I do?

"You don't need to hurry," he pointed out and checked his wrist watch, "Because we can still go out. Have some fun, right?"

She turned to gaze at him quickly, "I want to be on time and ready to leave."

"You know what I wanna do?" Tony asked.

"Pack?"

"No! Go sightseeing!" Tony suggested and stood up. He smiled at her and hoped it would change her mind, but he was wrong.

"I want to go through this whole case once again before going to back Washington," Ziva said and packed her underwear.

"You brought the golden bikinis?" he changed the subject temporarily and grinned.

Ziva gave him a unamused glare which made him throw his hands up in the air as sign on surrendering.

"Wow, Miss Tighty Pants, loosen it up a little bit!" he said and took her hand, "Come on Ziva! Let's have some fun!"

She looked at their hands and then him, "I do not need fun, Tony," she didn't understand the meaning of him wanting to get her out to go sightseeing, since the last time in Paris, he had done it all by himself. Didn't he know what it was going to be like? The two of them arguing, whining and wanting to go back to hotel after fifteen minutes of spending time together.

He sensed that him holding her hand wasn't a good idea, so he let go, but didn't take his eyes off of her, "Come on, Ziva. Everybody needs to have fun".

She looked at him for few seconds, "I need to pack," she said and continued her actions.

Tony stared at her stubbornly and sighed.

"What?" Ziva finally turned to look at him with her hands on her hips. She knew that the sigh wasn't just a sigh; it was him disapproving the situation, wanting to explain it and the sigh was an appropriate way to ask permission to tell it.

"Nothing...," he huffed.

"What is wrong?" Ziva didn't let up, until she got an answer from him.

"Well, it's just that... You know, before you were so... Full of life and always ready for action and now you just wanna be in a hotel room and pack. So what happened?" Tony asked and watched how she stopped for few seconds and then continued packing.

Ziva's eyes widened – his question wasn't something she had expected, "A lot of things happened, Tony". She remained calmly upset and was more eager to pack than to talk.

"Like?" Tony wanted to know.

Ziva looked at him and knew, that he wasn't gonna settle for an short answer, but she tried it anyway, "I do not have time for this".

"We have plenty of time. And either we will spend those hours here and at the airport and I will ask you these sorta questions or we go sightseeing and enjoy these last few hours in Columbia!" he suggested with a wide grin on his face.

Ziva shook her head, "Blackmailing".

"It always works the best." he shrugged and took Ziva's hand, "Let's go, lady. We have a lot to see!"

Before she could object, he was already dragging her out of the hotel.

Hello, you all! Long time no see!

Firstly, I would like to thank you all the reviews and stuff for my other fics! I have received them more than I ever thought I would!

And now, it's time for a new story! I combined two fic ideas in my head and it got massive! So "Meant to be" might be the longest fic I've written so far! And some of the chapters might be longer and some of the shorter, just so you know. And the whole idea is really big and I am all the time trying to figure out a way to keep it together. And yeah, it starts from Columbia, like you might already guess.

And one request for all of you who will even try to read this fic; keep an open mind. That is all I ask. Change your point of view sometimes and find new perspectives to read this story since I think that this has a lot of different ways to understand this. And just try to go with the flow.

Anyway, I am SO excited about this fic and I sincerely hope you will enjoy it too! And, well, here is the first chapter and more is coming soon ~

- L